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[Nickatina]

Pain from a rap cat

Man you didn't know that

3 AM, man, we bumping Bobby Womack

My homie keep all his bullets hollow

That's why I smell like Salvatori Faragomo with
the diamond sparrow

A rap cat with the BOSS apparel

I put my rhymes on your block then I run it just
like little Darrell

Money and dope, man, don't come for free

Man, I don't have no competition, ho, all I got
is enemies

I turn around like a tornado

Rock it like a baby cradle

Call me Doctor J if you a baller and it's getting
fatal

I make MC's do angel dust

Take 'em to the Bay Bridge, make 'em strip, tell
'em jump

I don't know why I get high

I'm so in love with money I keep spending 'til it
runs dry

Hot like a kettle, when the pedal hits the metal

Pinocchio you know son is Jepetio, hello

Deep fried just like Friday fish

A lot a hot sauce, now we got it popping in this
bitch

[Equipto]

Yeah, in anything I do I put my everything

Always feeling deep inside just like Mary J.

Ha, I'm never panicing, I'm bored stiff as a
mannequin

Grew up fast just like Anikin

Baby its gullible, its Alice in Wonderland

All the excuses in the world I can't understand

Cuz I'm a man of these times, the man to get high

Blow big, but my gross is family time

Ain't no way to intervene in my industry

Moving quicker then a centipede on enemies

One of a kind, once in a lifetime rhymes is
written

It goes on, as long as time commences

[Nickatina – Chorus]

Shit, it's like a jungle sometimes

It makes me wonder how I keep from going under

When they hit me with the thunder and lightning

its trifling, enlightening, and frightening

some might think that it's even exciting

[Nickatina]

I'm like a Harley Davidson motorcycle, born to
ride

With the force that the courts call the last Jedi

I'm like a veteran, off Excedrin's

cuz I be getting headaches from these Letterman's

I asked this little freak about my rap style

She said, It's so damn dope they might take you
to trial.

I hit the weed like I'm kamikaze next to the
cosmos

Chopping up shit, yeah, with Quipto and Vago

Raps like a Tommy gun, watch how the body run

Raps from the Tommy gun will make anybody run

[Equipto]

I'm bout to go in like a movie, but no stunt
double so parachute me

But somehow I feel I survived on a fluky

I have to hit the scene, livin' out my dreams

Then I said I was sorry to DJ's and MC's

Complete to everyone who kept their ear to the
street

Then my homie came through with the Al Capone
Suite

Got twice as deep, don't forget, you know how low
they get

Intimidating so I pose a threat

Coming like a slider, right by ya

Known to drop a rhyme in on time, and prescribing
accurate alignment

The center of attention, we'll bend a agenda

To enter this rap game the number one contender

The outta sight, and dope lyrical white, and
watchin' tricks fightin'

Hyping up the crowd late night, and watching
Tennessee Titans

Everybody just loving because we like and

I strike in first class light fast, just like
lightning

[Nickatina]

I force my rhymes in your veins like hot shot of
heroin

You'll got cold turkey trying to work me

It's like a pad lock, when you in the headlock

Six in the morning and you didn't here the Feds
knock

[Nickatina – Chorus]

It's like a jungle sometimes

It makes me wonder how I keep from going under

When they hit me with the thunder and lightning

Its trifling, enlightening, and frightening

some might think that it's even exciting

[Equipto]

I'm consistent, adding all statistics

Why don't we cover the spread like the bitch
never existed

Phonographic rotate the plastic spinning

Living like I'm knowing it's gonna be a drastic
ending

Playing classics, meditating these tactics to
overcome

The show is done, anticipating to roll a blunt

Baby, getting anxious, hitting and I can't miss
the focal point

When locals say, He ain't shit.

Man it's Equipto, put it all down for my homies

And rolling my weed right next to the police

Nothing but love for all my homeboys hustling
drugs

Up in your program fucking it up

[Nickatina]

I'm in the fast lane, the cash lane, some think
it's a bad thing

Hitting 'em off with the C & H pure cane

I get stuck in your membrane

I'm like a pimp at a party when you say look at
them rings

I use a Motorola, the mood is baking soda

Whether it's in Denver, man, Houston, man, or
North Dakota

With no apology, tech-tech-tech technology

Some brother disin' me, or even thinkin' he

I got the soul and the spirit of the wrath of
Kahn

Kick back and write just like the holy Koran

[Nickatina – Chorus 2X]

It's like a jungle sometimes

It makes me wonder how I keep from going under

When they hit me with the thunder and lightning

Its trifling, enlightening, and frightening

some might think that it's even exciting